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I t had been a long, tiring week of investigating some petty crimes- nothing too serious to gain your interest. Your best bet at staying sane were the few conversations you had with colleagues, such as Hank Anderson and his android son, Connor.
“Well kid, let me tell ya- that guy is just-”
Hank paused, trying his best to find the fitting words, but he couldn’t, so Connor had to fill in.
“What he’s trying to say is, selfish asshole”
Connor said with such an innocent smile, like a kid who just said “fuck” for the first time.
“Right- but are we really much better? I’m an asshole at times-”
You jokingly mumbled, earning a laugh from Hank and a frown from Connor.
What you didn’t know, was that the more advanced prototype, Nines had just entered the room and heard your foul words.
“Well detective, I suppose though i don’t fully agree with your statement”
There was a certain edge to his words, he sounded… offended?
“Nines, i didn’t even hear you coming!”
You chirped, briefly looking over to Connor as he silently greeted his brother.
“Unfortunate, you should pay more attention, especially as a detective”
He said, his tone very straight forward but not entirely emotionless.
“Well sorry I’m an idiot y’know- I’ll try harder”
This, was the wrong answer apparently, as Nines’ eyebrows scrunched and LED glowing a bright amber color. He seemed pissed off, offended, angry.
“No, i don’t know detecti-”
He was interrupted by Connor sending him some message through their android telepathic communication abilities. This shut him up, only for a second though as he gave you an aggravated look before turning towards his desk.
“Well, I’ll be damned-”
Hank murmured, turning to face his computer again, completely ignoring everything.
Connor smiled and nodded towards to, then turning on his heels, leaving the main office.
You stood there, dumbfounded as to why Nines became so, emotional? Over something, you couldn’t put your finger on.
You were just about to sit at your desk as fowler called you into his office.
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“So it’s us huh?”
You quietly stated, sitting in the passenger seat of the vehicle. Nines spared you a quick glance, before focussing his gaze back at the road. Why did you have to be assigned to patrol the streets with him? Normally you wouldn’t mind, as he wasn’t a dick or anything, though today he seemed different than usual. Minutes passed without anything being said, Nines was driving and your face was buried in your phone, scrolling through social media. Every other minute, glancing at the handsome android, which you thought he didn’t notice.
“Detective?”
His voice caught you off guard as you placed your phone pack into your pocket.
“yeah?”
“Why do you speak about yourself in a hateful manner?”
The question was, strange. Especially from someone like Nines who never seemed to give a shit about anything, or anyone. So why, why was he so invested in your sense of humor?
“Because i have a horrible sense of humor Nines, I’m sorry”
“You did it again, and your constant apologies aren’t necessary”
“Did what, disappoint you? Damn i already knew that but thanks”
As soon as those words left your lips, you wanted to take them back, but you coudln’t. All you could do is bite your tongue as you watched Nines calculate his next answer.
“No, your constant need for degradation, your hateful speech, constant apologies and the way you present yourself outwards for the world to see- signs of low self-esteem”
Silence. How were you supposed to respond to that? He wasn’t inherently wrong, though it was quite a rude statement. Were you supposed to answer him? Ignore him? Admit that he’s right? No, he knows he’s right, you can tell by that constant smug look that currently, hid a thin layer of sadness behind it. Didn’t take a genius to see that-
“Listen detective,i’m sorry for saying th-”
“You’re fine-”
You blurted out, just wanting to ignore the entire topic that he had started, you just wanted to do your shift and go home.
“No- i mean it, i’ll take care of this shift and ake you home, alright?”
“No nines- it’s okay really…”
But he insisted, he wanted to make it up to you somehow. You were debating your next move, not even realizing that you had pulled up in front of your small, but sufficient home.
“I- I’ll call you later… nines?”
You asked, making it clear that you still wanted to talk about this a bit. The police android nodded, motioning for you to hurry inside since it was cold out, not leaving before stating that he’ll call you when his shift is over.
When the door shut you let out a loud sigh, the familiar warmth of your home spreading pleasantly across your cold hands and cheeks. You looked at the time, 7.23PM- nines still had three hours before him until he’d call, at least- you hoped he would. Meanwhile, you made yourself comfortable, pouring yourself a small glass of bourbon and ordering a pizza to enjoy whilst watching your favorite tv show.
Half through the seventh episode, and a finished glass of bourbon, you suddenly remembered earlier, when nines called you out like that- in hindsight, it wasn’t rude. He didn’t mean it like that, he was just curious. He is a detective android {just like his older brother Connor and six} after all and possibly, he just wanted to help-
Wow, now you felt what nines felt earlier, or what it seemed like- guilt.
To wash off the embarrassment, you swiftly collected fresh clothes and hopped under the steaming hot shower, ready to wash the day away and forget the world around you.
Never in your entire life would you’ve thought that you’d be this grateful to have hot water, and your favorite scented soap. You whined slightly as you stepped out of the hot water, swiftly wrapping a towel around {which had proven to be difficult as hot water mixed with alcohol is never a good idea} your soaked body and turning to face the large, basic looking mirror. You had full view of your body, unfortunately you weren’t looking at the perfections, but the imperfections.
You didn’t like the scars, stretches, nearly everything about yourself.
No matter how nicely you tried to dress, you always found something to dislike. When you stepped closer to the mirror, you analyzed your face, focussing on each and every inch, practically searching for imperfection which, in your opinion, were easy to find.
You were so hyperfocused on finding each and every imperfection you had, that you didn’t hear your phone ring, the doorbell, or the door opening.
“Don’t bea-”
You yelped at the sudden voice, turning around to see- well of course it was nines. Was it already that late? It only felt like an hour had passed, not three.
“N-nines?! Do you know how to knock?”
“Yes detective, i do. Though i assume you were to busy ignoring my multiple attempts at reaching out?”
Your shoulders dropped, as tears formed in your eyes, he was making feel guilty as hell, if it was intentional or not- you didn’t know. He has just been deviant for a fwe months, maybe he just had to learn how to be- nice… Before you could say anything, nines was close now, wrapping his strong arms around you whilst gently shooshing you.
“It’s alright detective-”
He mumbled against your hair, you assumed he was absorbing your scent? Could he even do that? Anyhow, that was a question for another day-
“No- it’s not Nines- i fucking hate myself and i shouldnt’ve ignored you in the car earlier-”
Nines pulled back, stepping behind you as both of you examined each other in the mirror. He did realize your breath hitching as you felt the material of his jacket brush against you.
“No, it’s completely understandable why you ignored me earlier, i should’ve been more-”
Nines paused, which was rare, he was never at a loss for words but now… he was.
You waved him off, before resuming what you were doing a minute ago, this time focussing on your hands- it was baffling to nines how humans could complain about something so simple as their hands?
“Detective? May i ask you a question?”
“You already did nines, but shoot”
“Very comical-” He didn’t seem impressed, not even a slight smirk.
“What are you thinking about when you look at yourself like this?”
You took a deep breath, not wanting to vent at the poor android but, he asked-
“Well, I’m thinking about how to look like a model, don’t you do that?”
There, the perfect statement. It wasn’t degrading or rude, he couldn’t complain about that.
“I have no reason to, nor do you {name}”
You weren’t sure if it was the hot water, or the alcohol, but you didnt understand. He could read you like a book, so he rephrased his previous statement.
“I don’t, and you don’t have to change to become one {name}”
Wow, was he flirting with you? Probably not you thought, just letting out a sarcastic laugh before returning to task whilst rapidly listing the things you hated about yourself.
“Well if you think so, i don’t think models should have scars, should have hips like this, should have thighs like this, should- should look like me, look at my eyes! I don’t have fucking siren eyes if have shit eyes! Literally! Look at my hands and then think of a model, they have the perfect delicate nature to them! And what am i? A fucking freak!”
Nines stood still, his eyes drilling a hole into your soul through the mirror, scrunching his eyebrows when his LED flashed yellow, he was analyzing you. Great. Just fucking great.
“{name} you shouldn’t speak of yourself in that manner, or do i have to remind you?”
“Oh, what will big boy do?! Force me to love myself? Look at me! And then at yourself!”
Shit, did you just say that- at least you could blame it on the alcohol later- or something.
“I appreciate your remark towards my physical appearance, though i only repeat my point”
“Well, spit it out, what do you see when you look at me?”
His eyes darted downward, now looking at your shoulders as he gently placed his large palms in the crook connecting your neck, and your shoulders. This, was his way of asking for consent, as he analyzed your state. Hitched breath, heightened senses, slightly elevated temperature and heartbeat. Signs of fear, or in your case-
“I’ll tell you what i see-”
He whispered, his hands snaking under your arms to loosen the towel, watching as it fell to the ground. Now, you stood there completely bare, Nines pressed up directly against you, whilst you both looked at each other through the mirror.
“I see a beautiful woman”
His hand steady on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
“With a beautiful smile-”
He removed one hand from your waist to rub his thumb against your bottom lip.
“Delicate fingers-”
His hand moves downward again, gently stroking your fingers
“Soft skin-”
The hand on your waist traveled upward, cupping your breast, playing with the sensitive bud
“Delicious thighs-”
Both his hands wandered down your thighs, stopping at your ass
“And a perfect ass-”
Both hand cupped your ass, before swiftly turning you around to face him, you didn’t hesitate, pulling him close to capture his lips in a hot messy kiss. His tongue quickly pushing into your mouth, his android-subconsious analyzing everything within.
“T-the bedroom is down the hall-”
You murmured between breaths, “good, i’ll have to teach you some things darling-”
Nines picking you up like you’re a feather carrying you to the master bedroom.